Fishing Livestream

One by one, piece by piece, Yue Feng was like a tireless elder, pointing out Wang Xiaomin's flaws in controlling the left-handed casting rod, practicing and strengthening them one by one.

When Wang Xiaomin could pretty much control a 1g lead weight float with a landing deviation of no more than thirty centimeters, Yue Feng increased the difficulty.

Without moving the float, the lead skin seat was pushed all the way up, directly becoming a big fly lead, continuing to practice casting precision.

With the lead skin at the very bottom, casting was still relatively easy, but when the big fly lead was pushed right below the float seat, Wang Xiaomin who just found a feel and muscle memory was once again clueless.

Left rod then right rod, the old problem occurred again.

Yue Feng didn't rush him, patiently watching Wang Xiaomin gradually find the feeling, only offering reminders at obvious mistakes.

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This practice lasted three days.

Wang Xiaomin, who had just lightened up a bit after staying in the hospital for over a month, was tanned into a black egg under the scorching sun.

However, hard work paid off. After three days of intensive casting training, Wang Xiaomin's control over casting accuracy improved at a visible rate.

Three days later, Wang Zhen and Xue Kai, who had just returned from vacation, signed in at the front desk and swaggered into the backyard with their fishing boxes.

Meanwhile, Wang Xiaomin, who stayed at the club for meals and lodging, was already practicing fishing as dawn broke.

"Xiaomin, how's it going? Have you found the feeling yet?" Wang Zhen concernedly inquired as he saw Wang Xiaomin practicing casting.

Wang Xiaomin slightly twitched his left arm, casting the bait precisely into the spot: "Not bad, I've familiarized myself with different fishing methods, and I've got a general training plan now. Brother Feng also smoothed out the details for adjustments, so up next is high-intensity training to form muscle memory!"

"Wow! Your left-hand casting is pretty accurate! Try another cast!" Wang Zhen was visibly thrilled witnessing this scene.

"Learned it from Brother Feng, the two of us practiced with our left hands, and Brother Feng is much better than me!" As he spoke, Wang Xiaomin sorted out the fishing line, casually shaped a ball of bait, flicked his wrist, and accurately cast the bait again.

"With your accuracy, I think it's good enough for training with us in competitive fishing!"

"I have the same thought, casting practice is just the first step, next is controlling the fish, retrieving the fish, landing the fish, all sorts of details, to change the right-handed habits, everything has to be learned anew! Brother Feng set a plan for me, within a month, I have to recover to meet the standards of a professional angler!"

"Alright, my brother is awesome! Even with the left hand! No, in a 1v1 match, being left-handed gives an advantage! You cast fast, opponents can't catch our spot!"

"The tendon function of my right hand is basically unaffected, but the precise control isn't there! Advantage or not, it is what it is now! I'm grateful Heaven sent Brother Feng as the team leader for me! Left hand it is then! If others can do it, then Wang Xiaomin can too; not just do it, but do better than them!"

"Yeah, keep it up! Once you're more proficient, start training with us, give us a chance to bully you a bit, just to boost our confidence!"

"Shoot!"

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Unknowingly, a week had passed since Wang Xiaomin returned to the club.

In the initial few days, Yue Feng was almost inseparable until Wang Xiaomin had grasped most of the fundamental details of casting, at which point Yue Feng wasn't that closely involved anymore.

On the fourth day, Wang Xiaomin had a rough grasp of the casting fundamentals.

On the fifth day, Wang Xiaomin was already mingling with other rod practicing team members in competitive fishing.

On the seventh day, after such prolonged training, Wang Xiaomin finally got lucky and won a round of mixed-species competitive fishing, showing phase-wise improvement in his fishing techniques with left-hand casting.

After overseeing Wang Xiaomin's training issues for a week, Yue Feng drove off solo from the club, embarking on a nationwide journey to chase the four-category competitions of the Chinese Fishing Association.

July third. Qin City four-category competition! Yue Feng took the championship with a total score of four points from four contests. Earning 300 points.

July tenth, Wind City four-category competition, Yue Feng again seized the championship over fierce rivals in four matches, pocketing another 300 competitive points.

July twenty-second, Fei County four-category competition.

August fifth, Nanfeng City four-category competition.

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From the area around W city, to Ludong surroundings, then to northern cities, and then southern competitions.

Yue Feng, seriously pursuing competitions, was unstoppable, a War God cutting through anything in the way.

Wherever there was a competition, after registering, Yue Feng would race to the venue single-handedly, practicing on-site a day in advance to familiarize with the fish situation, and the next day, regardless of the draw, almost every time he would sweep through decisively.

If the position was poor, the performance might be slightly conservative, winning by relying on the stable performance in total points. If the position was slightly favorable, it would be a massive lead, a lone rider.

At the club league awards ceremony, having boldly challenged, many followers of Deng Gang attempted to sabotage Yue Feng's competitions, but in face of absolute strength, any manipulative tricks were mere paper tigers.

From late June to early September, in just under three months, chasing competitions nationwide, Yue Feng secured eight four-category individual titles, five runners-up, successfully pushing his personal CAA competition score to 6800 points, climbing from an obscure position to ninth place in the Quasi Third Level Competitive Fishing Master ranking.

If the events were more frequent, giving Yue Feng a few more months' time, reaching first place would definitely be achievable.

The professional technical standard points cycle is every three years, awarding the top thirty non-active athletes the title of Third Level Competitive Fishing Master, and now with Yue Feng in ninth place, he has firmly earned an invitation to the King of Kings Master Championship in mid-September.

Yue Feng, with his near-miraculous performance over the past few months, fulfilled the promises he previously declared publicly once again. In the competitive circle, mentioning Yue Feng's name induced fear.

Previously, Yue Feng only expanded his influence and reputation through live streaming, having earned recognition with the Fishing King honor, there were always some who thought there was a big chance of luck involved, finding his famous ways opportunistic, and disapproving.

Now, seeing Yue Feng rise meteorically through constant real competitions, no one thinks this way anymore.

Keyboard warriors and spitters just wish to stay far, far away from this fierce deity during competitions, further away, lest they end up adjacent by draw, for he indeed would decisively crush without a second thought.

September fourteenth.

Yue Feng, driving a dusty Lexus, hurried back to the club.

He opened the car's back door as if embracing firewood like a rural housewife cooking, sweeping all the trophies on the back seat into his arms, and strolled right into the club entrance.

Yue Feng shouted: "Brothers, Hu Hansan is back!"

Upon hearing this shout, everyone in the club rushed from the backyard, staring wide-eyed at Yue Feng holding a pile of trophies.

"Wow, captain, so many trophies!"

"Others went for competitions, you went for a haul!"

"Feng's back, Xiaomin quickly call sister-in-law!"

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